Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.